Someone who loved to join in the fun shouted, "Lin, your mom isn't wrong, if it weren't for Luo Qiao, your family might really end up drinking northwest wind."
Zhang Donglin said, "No worries, I'll go to my Uncle Yuan's place; he won't neglect me. My aunt loves me the most, even calls me Little Smart Ghost."
Zhang Donglin was about to say more when he heard someone say, "Luo Qiao's off work, over there."
Yuan Weicheng followed the direction the person was pointing and looked over, seeing a group of people walking this way, with four or five young girls among them. Yuan Weicheng had never seen Luo Qiao before, but he recognized her instantly in the crowd.
Grandpa had said that the young girl was skinny but tall, and that she would be a beauty if she put on a little weight, so Yuan Weicheng recognized Luo Qiao in the group at a glance.
Right when someone on this side called out to Luo Qiao, she looked up and saw Yuan Weicheng standing in front of the jeep.